Dear Black Man,
You are the echo of drums,
the heartbeat carried across oceans,
the sunrise that refuses to dim.

You walk with centuries in your stride,
bearing burdens carved by history,
yet still you rise—
a living testament to endurance,
to brilliance unbroken.

Your skin is a canvas of constellations,
your voice a river that cannot be dammed.
Every step you take
is a reclamation of ground,
every breath a hymn of survival.

The world try to weigh you down,
but you are not defined by chains.
You are defined by the fire in your eyes.
The laughter heals.
The wisdom guides.
The love builds.

Dear Black Man,
You are seen.
You are heard.
You are worthy.
You are free.

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